by Anna Brooks
I moan in protest when he pulls out, and he hisses, his teeth bared as he tears the wrapper. After he quickly and expertly dons protection, his thumbs glide down, and he uses them to expose me fully as he continues to thrust torturously slow. His eyes glaze over as he watches himself, holding me open and pumping in and out. His jaw is hard, his eyes blazing, and his muscles coiled tight, each thrust bringing a grunt from deep in his gut to the surface.
The wetness he’s drawn out leaks down my backside, and he licks his lips as it settles at the tight pucker. He steps back, and with his big, strong hands, he wraps one around each thigh and lifts me, so just my shoulders are on the table. I love that he’s so strong. Then he licks from my ass all the way up. His tongue laps at me, his mouth devouring and fucking feasting until I feel like I’m about to explode as my body hitches with a sob. He growls ferally and drops me, then, in one thrust, he slams all the way inside.
I cry out, falling to my back, and throw my arm over my eyes. It’s too much and not enough at the same time. He stills, and I know what he wants because I want it, too. I need to see him. Us. I lower my arm, and as soon as he looks into my eyes, he thrusts again. And again. And again. He slides those hands that make me feel so safe up my body, pausing to cup my breasts, then stop on my shoulders. There, he anchors me to him and begins to really fuck me.
I have no control, and I don’t want it. I chant his name, and my body jolts, spasms, and shakes around him as I’m falling into a spiral of ecstasy greater than anything I’ve ever known. Over and over again. One orgasm rolls into the other, and I can’t tell where I end and he begins.
The pull to close my eyes is too much when he whispers my name like he needs it to breathe. “My little baby. Fuck.” Then he shudders, and his dick twitches inside me, my walls contracting once more. He covers me with his body, his harsh breath right by my ear as we come down together for several long minutes.
Gathering me up in his arms, he holds me, and for the first time in my life, I know what it means to feel loved.
Noble
That was bad. It was absolutely amazing and perfect and so goddamn good, the best, but it was bad. I shouldn’t have done that. Not yet. Fuck, I’m a dick.
“You good, darlin’?”
Her back arches beneath me, her pink buds pressing into my chest even further begin to stir my dick to life again. “Yeah.”
“Let’s get home.”
“Okay.”
I stand with her and cup her face in my hands, searching her sea-green eyes for any signs of discomfort, but she simply smiles. And I can’t help but reciprocate. “Okay.” I grab a tissue and wrap the spent condom in it, then tug my jeans up.
As sexy as her pajamas are, her wearing my shirt will be forever burned into my brain. I bend down and grab the button-up, then hold it out for her. After she slides her arms through the sleeves, I drop to my knees. She dips her head when I press a kiss to the inside of her thigh, right where the bottom of the shirt hits. It quivers, and I do the first button. Then I kiss just above her swollen clit. Another button. I trace around her belly button with my tongue, then do the next one. And another kiss, another button, Kiss, button. I suckle between her breasts, marking her where my last was fading, and then standing up.
Her eyes are hooded, and she reaches for the button at her breasts, but I shake my head. “Leave it open. I want to look over in my truck and see my mark on you.”
“Okay,” she breathes.
I gather her sated body in my arms and love when she burrows against my chest as I walk to my truck, thankful the parking for Royal is indoors and secure. After I get us in, she maintains her position in my lap, her back against the door and her legs stretched out toward the passenger seat.
It’s not safe, but right now, I don’t give a shit. I want her close. If I had a choice, I’d have her sit on my dick and give me a ride while I rode her home in more ways than one.
On the whole drive home, I do see my stamp on her every time I look down. And I love it. I love it when I park and she clamps around my neck, knowing I won’t let her out of my arms. I should. I should give her a minute to think about what just happened, but I don’t. And that trepidation doesn’t stop me from crawling in bed next to her and pulling her against me and wrapping my arms around her while she sleeps.
But I don’t get that first wink.
I stare at the ceiling and come to the realization that I’m a piece of shit who took total advantage of a woman who needed clarity, not my cock. But damn, she practically begged for it. And I’d been having a hard enough time saying no to her that I couldn’t do anything but chant yes when she offered herself up on a fucking platinum platter.
And it was the most divine thing I’d ever had on my tongue in my fucking life.
When she fell asleep earlier in the evening, I wasn’t able to sleep then, either. All I could think about was that she had this past of crime, and even though I highly doubt any of it could harm her today, I still needed to take care of it.
I wanted to make sure I could do anything I could to keep true to my promise that her life with me would be easy. Because in the short amount of time she’s been here, she’s made mine better than ever, and I want her to feel the same. I want her to be not just content but loved, and respected, and cherished because she deserves it. That’s what I can give her.
I can also keep her safe. Not only from the bad that lurks out on the streets, but also the history that threatens her future… or that threatened. I made sure there weren’t any traces of her left out there, and I’m confident that she can move forward with her head held high. I can protect her from herself, too. Because underneath all the lies that she told, I knew the truth was that she was mine, and I was right.
But as she turns and wraps her arm around my chest, snuggling into me, I get a sinking pit in the bottom of my stomach. The small barb that’s been tap, tap, tapping my chest finally sinks its thorn through, and the toxic thought reaches my heart; she’s everything I’ll ever want, but that doesn’t mean I’ll be everything she needs.
Chapter 17
Brinley
“Tell me you did not wear that in front of Q.”
That was how the morning started. Noble’s deep, dark, jealous voice was the first thing I heard. It was like he didn’t even see the shirt until he woke up and noticed it on the floor where he took it off me. I think last night he just didn’t realize it. Nor did he when he put it back on at Royal, one kiss and one button at a time.
I honestly didn’t think about it or think that Q would think it was sexy because I just wanted to get to Noble. But that was my mistake, apparently, because after he threw it in the laundry basket with a disgusted look on his face, he’s given me the cold shoulder ever since. He took out his aggression on the logs he was chopping and barely looked at me when I brought him out a sandwich.
Then after he took a shower, he sat on the couch and pouted. Like a little baby. Like he’s the one who’s a teenager and not me. It took me a little while to realize he wasn’t mad about me wearing what I did in front of Q, which was not a big deal because Noble’s shirt covered everything but my calves. He’s freaking out because what we shared was life-altering.
All consuming.
There are no other words to describe it. I’m almost scared of how good it was, so if I’m feeling that way, I know he is, too. There is no way that was one-sided. I’m learning his moods quickly. And I’m also realizing that Noble is the king of brooding. He’s so damn stubborn, and it’s infuriating. But he’s about to be introduced to the queen of headstrong.
I’ve been in the bedroom giving him space, but I’m done now. I know he doesn’t want me out in the living room, but I need to be. He’s avoided me all day, and I’ve had it with the silent treatment. I ate dinner alone, but I’m not going to bed alone. He’s trying to protect me from himself, but right now, I just want to be wrecked. I want to feel. And what I feel with him is so good… so, so good.
I turn the knob and walk down th
e short hall, stopping next to the couch.
“You should go to bed.”
His harsh voice makes me jump. “I can’t sleep.”
“Take a shot.”
“I’m not old enough to drink.” He flinches with the reminder of my age, but I’m sick of it being something we don’t talk about, or if we do, it’s a bad thing.
“Take a sleeping pill.”
“Born addicted, remember? This body is drug free.” I step closer, stopping between the table and him.
He sits up, throwing his legs over so he’s facing me. He’s wearing a pair of basketball shorts and a white T-shirt and has never looked hotter. His palms span my waist, and he pulls me between his thighs. He drops his head to rest on my belly, and I run my fingers through his hair. “This body.” He sucks in a breath as his fingers inch their way down, stopping to dig into the globes of my ass. “This body is a drug, little one. It’s addictive, and even though it’s bad for me, all I want is one more hit. It’s all I think about. I remember how it smelled, how it felt.” He brings his stormy gray eyes to meet mine as he slides one hand up between my breasts and skims his thumb across my lips. “How it tasted.”
I crawl into his lap, straddling him, but avoid the huge tent in his shorts. “I don’t know why you’re fighting this. Us.”
“I’m not fighting us. I’m fighting me. I’m fighting what’s best for you, and although I know nobody could ever fuckin’ love you like I do.” He says he loves me like he just ordered a steak. Ohmygod. “I want you to have everything, including someone who wants to be better because of you.”
I tilt my head. “You don’t want to be better?”
“I’m fucked up and can’t get any better. There’s a difference.”
He’s not fucked up, but I don’t think he’ll let me argue that point. He’s the most caring man I’ve ever known. Down to his core, I know he’s good. “What if I want to be better because of you?”
“I shouldn’t have touched you. Shouldn’t have started this. It’s on me.”
“Yes, you should have. I know what I want, just like you know what you want. And I want you. I came to you last night because I couldn’t stand waking up without you. I need you, Noble. Just you.”
“Rinny…”
“I didn’t grow up with hardly anything, so when I find something that means something to me, I’ll do whatever I can to keep it. And I want to keep you. You told me that I needed to give it all to you. I have. I am. You just have to take it. You told me you’d never make me go and promised me you’d keep me, so I’m not going anywhere. Unless you’re telling me you’re a liar.” He shakes his head, and I scoot up, stopping just as the crotch of my shorts touches the thin material covering him. He grinds his teeth together and squeezes me so tight I know it’ll leave a mark. But I want it. I want him to mark me all over. “I’m right here, Noble,” I whisper, bringing my mouth to his. “I’m on your lap, in your arms… where I belong.”
My lips brush along his, and he curses.
“Let me love you.” I kiss him, and the heat between us ratchets up a hundred degrees. “Let me love you, Noble.”
He stares at me. Volcanoes of heat overflowing and lava burning my skin. He slams his mouth against mine and grabs my head with the palm of his hand. I don’t give him time to protest or argue, and drop to my knees. “Rinny.” He tries to grab my hands as I pull his shorts and boxers down, but I’m persistent, and I have him freed before me in a second. “Fuck.” He hisses and falls to his back.
I’m intimidated as hell. His cock is huge, and I know I won’t be able to fit all of him in my mouth, but I’m gonna try. It’s hard and angry, but so fucking beautiful, resting on his stomach, and I run my tongue along the entire length. “Fuck,” he whispers harshly and pants my name. I grab the base and lick the pearly bead from the slit. “Goddamn shit…”
I love that I make him this way. That I’ve barely touched him, and he’s already losing control. There’s something so powerful about making this stoic, stubborn man melt with my touch. I suck as much of him down as I can and almost lose my grip when his hips shoot up. “Tell me to stop anytime, Brinley. Hear me. Anytime.”
Oh, God. “Okay,” I mumble.
He cups my jaw and slides his thumb in, right next to his dick. God, why is that so hot? It’s like he blinked, and he’s transformed into a different man. His voice is even huskier. “You ready for more?”
I slide him out with a pop and look straight into his eyes. “Fuck yes.”
His pupils dilate, and the corner of his mouth kicks up in a sexy as all hell grin. “Tsk, tsk, little one,” he admonishes me. “What did I say about good girls using bad words?”
A full-body shiver makes the hair on my arms stand up. “Sorry.”
He rips my bottoms off and flips me around before he lays me across his lap, positioning me like I’m a doll, his to manipulate however he wants. A toy for him to play with. And I love it. I love that I get this side of him. I squirm against his thighs, and he gives me a quick swat on my ass. “Stay still.”
His rough hands caress my butt cheeks, slowly kneading them every once in a while, dipping his thumb between my thighs to brush against my clit. I can feel the wetness dripping from my entrance and onto his leg.
“This is for running the first time.” I jump when he slaps me at the point where my butt cheek meets the back of my thigh, but the sting fades almost immediately and is replaced with want. “And the second.” The other side next, and that makes me jump again, but I drop my head on a low moan.
He caresses the area, soothing it, making the sting go away. “You good, baby?”
“Yes.” I squirm, pushing up, dying for more. He smacks my left cheek, and instead of jumping, I grind into him, the burn shooting straight to my core. “God.”
He does it again to the other side, and again, and again, and I drop my forehead into the cushion and let out a desperate weep. I never thought I’d like this, didn’t know I needed it this way, but I’ve probably saturated his skin with how wet it’s making me.
“Your skin is so pretty, nice and pink from your spanking. You did good, darlin’.”
“Thank you.”
“But I’m not done. I want that ass red, Brinley. Think I can get it the same color as your beautiful fucking hair?”
He doesn’t wait for a reply, and when he connects, I clamp my thighs together.
“Keep them open. I want to see your pussy squeezing, want to see your hole begging to be filled.”
I swear I try, but my body’s natural response has me trying to rub my thighs together.
“Look at you, look at that.” He slides a finger inside me, and I collapse on top of him. “Yeah, look at how greedy you are. Wanting me to be both places at once.”
“Noble…”
His finger lazily glides in and out while his tongue glides along my spine. “Arch your back, Rinny. Show me where you want my other hand.”
I push my behind up in the air, and he hums so low I feel the vibration against my rib cage. My hips move on their own, seeking more. Harder. His lips press against the burning globes, and instead of him spanking me again, he licks the sting away. God, his tongue is so good.
“It’s my turn to thank you. What do you want for being such a good girl for your punishment?”
“You. Just you,” I whine.
“Yeah. Me. You want my cock, baby.” I whimper when he adds another finger. “You’re already so fuckin’ ready for me. So wet.”
I simply nod against the fabric of the couch.
“Sit up and open your mouth for me.”
I practically leap off him and wait impatiently for him. I’m salivating already when he stands and tugs his shorts all the way off. “Open.”
I lick my lips before he taps the angry head against them, then slides in just past the crown. He tastes so good. I reach up and grab his thighs, but he slides out. “Keep your hands to yourself, Brinley.”
His hands hold my head steady, an
d he pushes in until I gag. I’m about to pull back when he slides out. I lick my lips and swallow the excess saliva in my mouth. “You’re doing amazing, baby. Your mouth is almost as perfect as your tight little pussy. Open.”
I comply with his command, and he pushes in again until I start to panic, knowing I’m going to choke. “Shh. Relax. Breathe through your nose.”
His thumbs rub the apples of my cheeks, and I suck in a breath as he pushes just a little farther. I gag, but he keeps telling me to breathe and something about his voice soothes me, so I don’t pull away. I want to be good for him, I want him to like it, so I fight my instincts and swallow. He slides farther down my throat, and I whimper at how tight his hands get. “You like choking on my cock, Rinny? Yeah, you do.” He’s right. God, I do. “Remember this next time you think about telling me to fuck myself, ’cause it’ll be your mouth that gets fucked, won’t it?”
I don’t get a chance to nod because he pulls out, and I gasp for oxygen. Before I can blink, we’re in the bedroom and I’m flying through the air as he throws me on the bed. He wedges himself between my knees as he uses his fingertips and wipes all the saliva from around my mouth. He then takes all that moisture and brings it to my clit, rubbing hard circles. My back arches, and I come instantly.
Noble
“This is it, darlin’. You know that, right? We do this, and you’re mine.”
“Yes.”
I brush some of her hair off her face and then bring my other hand up and cup her jaw. God. Her beneath me is the best feeling in the world. “Listen to me. That shit you pulled, bringing your tight little ass to my work and stripping, making me lose all resolve, making my dick feel like it was going to explode, that was all you, baby. You came to me, and you claimed me. But now, right now, we do this, and I’m claiming you.”
“Okay.”
“You’re it for me. You’re more than I ever thought I could have, and you’re way more than a bastard like me deserves, but if you’re telling me right now that this is what you want, that you can handle me like this, then prepare yourself because I’m gonna own you, Brinley. Just me. Only me.”